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We're always on the prowl come Friday night All the girls on the avenues sure looking ripe Gonna make that call and then we'll roll our dice And when I hit that bullseye it'll be all right Never met a rich girl I didn't like Never met a rich girl that wasn't my type Well she said she'd buy me anything I like All the beer I could drink And a motorbike Gonna burn away all her cash she can afford In a stretch black limousine on her credit card Aus Songtexte Mania